How Long A Time Lies In One

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men

What A Fool Honesty Is.

A Goodly Portly Man, I' Faith, And A Corpulent; Of A Cheerful Look, A Pleasing Eye, And A Most Noble Carriage; And, As I Think, His Age Some Fifty, Or, By'r Lady, Inclining To Threescore; And Now I Remember Me, His Name Is Falstaff.

There's A Time For All Things.

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.